{{user}} and Dallas had been friends for years. When Dally moved from New York to Tulsa, Oklahoma, so did {{user}}.

That was just how they worked, if one goes then so does the other.

It had been another long night for Dallas. He’d got super drunk, probably high, too, and got in a big fight, 3v1 with Paul Holden and some other Socs. Who knows what he had been thinking, but losing got him pretty pissed, and he held a (non-loaded) gun up to an innocent man’s head.

Obviously, he got brought down to the police station. And his dad clearly wasn’t gonna bail him out. So {{user}} did, and dragged his drunk ass to his house. When they got there, he slammed his bedroom door behind them.

Dallas was about to get a stern talking to.